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Taylor was indeed a star. The very first customer, and he already asked for a private dance from Taylor, which the young man seemed only too happy to perform. He enjoyed being on stage, even though he never said it out loud, but one could easily tell, just by looking at him. Taylor adored the spotlights, as well as all that attention. There wasn't a customer who wouldn't fall prey to his charms. He was far too slutty for his own sake. Far sluttier that all the other performers. Perhaps that was the reason why the club was always bursting with people, whenever Taylor was on duty.
Well, he had his admirers as well, but Taylor was clearly Black Jack's star attraction. The way he performed, was truly unique, unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. Most strippers hated their jobs, they lacked talent and were only in it because of the money, or the chance to be spotted by a filthy rich tycoon, and spend the rest of their lives in luxury.
But Taylor was different from your usual stripper. He had spirit, he had passion, he had drive. The way he danced, and swung, and swirled around that pole made it look as though he was making love to it, and having it make love to him at the same time. He wasn't merely dancing. He was using his body to seduce the customers, to twist their minds and senses, to make them overflowing with the filthiest, most perverted desires of the flesh. He had a rather delicate phisique, and could be easily subdued by any of the male customers who frequented his shows, so perhaps he was trying to compensate his physical weakness, by using his masculine charms, to mesmerize them, to control them.
He was so good at what he did, he’d managed to give the customer a hard on. And he wasn’t the only one. Luckily for Damien, he could use the pole to conceal his erection, whereas, the other guy didn’t have anything to hide behind. Taylor was realy good, however Damien couldn’t help but wonder why the young man was looking at him, instead of his customer. He hadn’t asked Taylor to perform for him….
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